Ing. Antonín Srch

"This was some tough work - we loaded the packages to be dispatched to the front lines, or we would press hay packs. The warder who was supposed to guard us was a rough guy, very strict with us. We worked there in a team of about thirty people, for example, there were two butchers who had illegally killed a pig, or there was a boy who had stolen a spoon in a restaurant. We made up our mind with the other prisoners that we'd get rid of the warder. The task was given to Jarda Tuček, who was a thief by profession. Once, when the warder stood under the bale press, Jarda dropped it down on him but he managed to step back just in time and the press broke one of the civilians' leg. Another attempt failed as well. This was when we were digging the fire pond. It was during the wild-fire period, when there wasn't enough water. We reported everything to him, every stupidity. Then we were told not to report anything to him any longer. Another time, the boys cut a power cable. It took a week to have it repaired again. A commission came to investigate the case and they asked us who was to be blamed for it. We all said in unison that it was that warder's fault. So they arrested him."

"One man once gave me a coin, an Australian Florin (the witness apparently means an Aruba Florin - note by the editor). He wouldn't even bother to tell me his name but we talked about work and at that time he was making very good money. So I wanted to work there too, but they wouldn't let me. Even though I was in a concentration camp, at Dachau, where I was searched several times, they didn't find it. And I went through so many checks and searches. I still have the coin to this day."

"I had friends who worked in the Strakonice armaments factory. They would steal weapon components and since they couldn't resist the temptation, they would every now and then have a few blasts. All of them were caught, arrested and sentenced to death. The embarrassing part was that their lawyers – who charged twenty thousand crowns for their defense – didn't help at all. Only Miloš Blažek – who was a sort of a Tarzan – knocked out the bars, jumped out of the window into the compost and buried himself in it so that the dogs wouldn't find him. Then – it was in the autumn – he traveled all the way to Písek, starving and eating snails and raw potatoes on the way. My father worked at the train station in Protivín. Back then it was just a village and the railway station was located where the settlement ended and the forest started. My father regularly went into that forest to pick mushrooms. Miloš waited until it got dark and then he sought out my father and they agreed that my dad would bring him food into the forest because the Gestapo was waiting for him at his place so he couldn't go home. My father would bring him food from his parents."

"My accomplice walked in through the door - I thought he would take the opportunity and run away. He was the son of a police man. He was fluent in Russian and therefore it was worse for him, because it was him who was actually writing the letters. I just dictated. I even passed an exam in Russian at the Gestapo. Then I made a deal with the Gestapo that I'll sign what they already knew anyway. Then I went through a number of courts, the last one was the Supreme Court in Munich. I got the death penalty – that was a rather usual penalty at that time. Those who were free got me a lawyer. I gave him some money, but most importantly, we made a deal. He'd help me now and I'd help him after the war."